(624) Anahuta haye esechile ghare
Though uninvited, into my home You came;
About such sentiments, Dear, You don't care.
Your seat in my heart was not arranged;
And with no dhoop or deep[1] was Your altar arrayed.
Around Your throat I placed jeweled beads
And bathed Your feet with my eyes' tears.
To the affectionate timbre of Your flute,
I proffered my heart-soaked, long-lost tunes.
On a silent night You arrived
With the scent of flowers and songs so fine.
Unseen You came, and unseen You did leave;
Unseen, You made my life complete.
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He fills our lives without our even noticing it.
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